Andre’s POV

I spit in his face with a grin of satisfaction spreading across my entire face.

Before I can enjoy the moment to the fullest, his huge hand strikes me across my face, making me taste blood on my lips.

His face is as cold as ever. Just like I can remember.

Anger fills me up, making me jerk upright and wishing I wasn’t tied up so I could retaliate.

I knew I was up for this. Getting caught means getting punished for my actions but the anger I feel right now isn’t just ...